Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.